The Return of Kyle Watson Young Roddy
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[Hook]
I still shoot spalding, that's my first love
And its motherfuck the judge, gave my nigga the dub
I know a few niggas got rich by selling drugs
Jack a lame nigga, tell him get it in blood
And now these hoes want to be down all of a sudden
It's rush hour when I work, but I ask my brother
My man Killa Kev he'll kill for nothing
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Bitch so bad you can look but don't stare
And here's another hit from me and my nigga Blair
I'm moving on up without no stairs
I wonder where would I be without my scale
They say them real niggas dead or in jail
Had a pocket full of dead prez running from twelve
I ask my dog is there a heaven or a hell
They said I think too much, but they ain't thinking enough
I tried to sell a little weed but I was blazin' it up
But that was back when my mans had to pee in a cup
I think my first girl left cuz I wasn't making enough
My older cousin used to fight me but that made me tough
[Hook]
I still shoot spalding, that's my first love
And its motherfuck the judge, gave my nigga the dub
I know a few niggas got rich by selling drugs
Jack a lame nigga, tell him get it in blood
And now these hoes want to be down all of a sudden
It's rush hour when I work, but I ask my brother
My man Killa Kev he'll kill for nothing
I still shoot spalding, that's my first love
And its motherfuck the judge, gave my nigga the dub
I know a few niggas got rich by selling drugs
Jack a lame nigga, tell him get it in blood
And now these hoes want to be down all of a sudden
It's rush hour when I work, but I ask my brother
My man Killa Kev he'll kill for nothing
[Verse 1: Young Roddy]
Bitch so bad you can look but don't stare
And here's another hit from me and my nigga Blair
I'm moving on up without no stairs
I wonder where would I be without my scale
They say them real niggas dead or in jail
Had a pocket full of dead prez running from twelve
I ask my dog is there a heaven or a hell
They said I think too much, but they ain't thinking enough
I tried to sell a little weed but I was blazin' it up
But that was back when my mans had to pee in a cup
I think my first girl left cuz I wasn't making enough
My older cousin used to fight me but that made me tough
[Hook]
I still shoot spalding, that's my first love
And its motherfuck the judge, gave my nigga the dub
I know a few niggas got rich by selling drugs
Jack a lame nigga, tell him get it in blood
And now these hoes want to be down all of a sudden
It's rush hour when I work, but I ask my brother
My man Killa Kev he'll kill for nothing
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